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David stands
01:38
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so we drove to a land of golden ceilings
and, well above the tallest man around,
david stands in all his pride
we're magnetized
so we rode to this place built like a shell
and history is drawn on marble stone
hundred of stripes in black and white
we're hypontized
so we shove, and we're faking our strength
like thousands of spectators abroad
there it stands, oblique and bright
we're mesmerized
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2. |
I owe You
02:17
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i owe you a last glance, a last dance, a last chance
but i don't feel like giving it right now
i owe you some words, this peace of mind, the phrase behind
but i don't feel like talking right now
i owe you nine flowers, a birthday card, a better regard
but i don't think i'm sorry right now
i'm not one for empathy, you know
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3. |
Younger
01:58
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we were young, and upset
we were the sun, and everything else
let's bite into this fruit, let's build a tree house
there were kids and stray dogs
there were strangers, and elsewhere ennemies like ourselves
let's light a fire
we were young and perfect
we were friends, and everything else
let's hide from the other, let's build a shelter
(i know you there, on the bridge
i know you since my childhood)
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4. |
Medici's Blues
02:29
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all hail to the builder!
all hail to the elder!
and i wonder how it came to his mind to display his wealth through houses this high..?
silk roads and heavy stones
marble for all tones
and great monuments occult the sad fate of those who stood high in front of his height..!
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Dissolve
02:22
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we are both trying to dissolve
into tin, iron and the night
'cause we are one, and one, and two
and the shape of our marvel is a tomb
we are now dying to resolve
what happened to us yesterday
'cause we are three, and five, and eight
and the math of our love was all wrong
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6. |
Tiredness
01:36
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you can't say you haven't been warned about my tiredness
and there, a few meters away, you see a sulky boy
i know, it sounds like total thrash in front of such mosaics
i cannot apologize enough
you can't say you haven't been warned about my self-righteousness
yes! there, in the sickest spaces, there's nothing i can relate to..
and now, hindsight, culture, knowledge : they make no difference
i cannot apologize enough
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7. |
Tuscany
02:43
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there are places where the soil is soft and warm
and most instants seem to freeze to some extent
and we smile
there are small roads where curves never end
and most treetops shine like silver coins
and we laugh
let's ride further let's drive faster..!
i wish i could bring back more of this food
sit down, two sips of wine, let's watch the moon
how simple
now there's a room with elder's perspectives
and dark haired brides shine with elegance
how wealthy
let's ride further, let's drive faster, towards tuscany!
there are lost ways, they lead to houses high
and flag throwers surge and show their skills
so much noise
castles and ruins melt under the sun
yet, what landscape looks greener than this?
we're amazed
let's ride further, let's drive faster, towards tuscany!
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Onze Lyon, France
I'm Pierre.
I like pop, I like folk, I like ambiant stuff.
I like to spend time alone in my bedroom to record the mixture of pop, folk and ambiant the most reflective of my mood.
Onze recommends:
Psych-pop rock band with 60s & 90s influences. I played the bass-guitar. Recording this LP was painful and in the end broke the band, but the album is actually great in my opinion.
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Indie-rock, Sonic-Youth-tribute style of band where I played bass-guitar and sing a little with great pleasure and fun. I recorded the Demo for finding gigs, which ended up on vinyl. Pretty cool eh?
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My first "serious" band. A lot of math/post-rock influences, without being really either. I did the recording myself. I did a lot of mistakes and learnt a lot. After the split, we did Rouille Taupe.
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On her latest LP, Mendoza isn't afraid to dig deep—or to have fun.
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